Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Abstract....

It started like a dream. It had to. Everything in this world starts the same way. It is like living in a city, having no roads, covered entirely in water. To commute from one place to another, you have to jump into the water, and only after you are in the water, can you make out how deep it is. The dream could pretty well turn out to be a nightmare, but to know whether it is one or not, you have to continue living the dream. Yet, this time something was different. There was a change somewhere, somehow, and although it could not be seen, I could feel it everywhere around me. The change could be good, or it could be bad, yet what it gave at this moment was hope. Hope is a peculiar thing. Hopes can die, they can cease to exist as suddenly as they appear, but still whilst they live, they fill you with a sense of optimism and security that is hard to find elsewhere.